“I am what and who I am, venturing down the path of life, following my dreams, chasing rainbows and leaving safe harbor with sails set full to boldly go where I have not been before”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I  do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” ,  no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life  🙂 ).. 🙂

It’s that time of year when I join the weeders army, to keep watchful eye here in the path’s gardens…

Though plants like the wild violet ( considered a weed by many) have a home in the path’s gardens also… 🙂

Weeder's Thoughts…..
I have raked the soil and planted the seeds 
Now I've joined the army that fights the weeds.
For me no flashing saber and sword, 
To battle the swiftly marching horde; 

With a valiant heart I fight the foe, 
My only weapon a trusty hoe.
No martial music to swing me along, 
I march to the robin redbreast song. 

No stirring anthem of bugle and drum 
But the cricket's chirp and the honey bee's hum.
No anti-aircraft or siren yell
But there's Trumpet-creeper and Lily-bell. 

With a loving heart and a sturdy hand, 
I defend the borders of flower-land;
While high over Larkspur and Leopardsbane,
A butterfly pilots his tiny plane; 

But I shall not fear his skillful hand, 
My enemy charges only by land.
Would those who lead nations in war and hate
But lay down their guns at some garden gate,
There, bury- their bombs and their bloody deeds,
And join the grand army that's fighting the weeds.
  (Alma B. Eymann)

Hello Diary,

Yes, though it is a bit cool outdoors, spring is in the air and the gardens and backyard are starting to wake up from the winter doldrums… with the migratory birds (who stop for a quick lunch on occasion) voice added to the rest of the birds, their music can be heard on a quiet springlike morning like today… 🙂

 

 

I’m watching the sun come up
With a spot of tea in my hand,
Thoughts passing like a gentle breeze
As I gaze upon the land.

Thinking about my garden
As I watch the squirrels at play,
Will this be a good year?
With nature being kind...day by day.?

Or will it be like last year
A struggle both day and night,
Hoping for a better day
With every morning’s light.

Love is in the air
Carried by a gentle breeze,
In the notes of a birds song
As the melody,..gently,.. drifts through the trees.

The time has come to make ready
To plan and to prepare,
Even though it’s cool outside
A taste of spring, and love,  is in the air!

Or is it just me………….. 🙂
           (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Yes, my backyard friends add music to the day as I venture out in search of new adventures… “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” (Plato)… 🙂

I had better close for now, have much to prepare for as the excitement builds here on the path….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

 

 

Yes, it feels like spring here on the path, a path that is 

Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice...you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
Of what or who they wish to be.
    (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Care to join me?… 🙂